A calm breeze befell the town. Spring always brought a nice weather to Tokyo, making it a place to visit that time of the year. For many years, Tokyo's population skyrocketed.
A tall hill overlooked the general populace. It was one of few plots of land demanded to be flattened for housing, but not yet...the for-sale sign was stuck up on there, but not a sticker had been plastered on proclaiming it was sold. It didn't matter for two certain people, one who had enjoyed the peace and quiet for quite some time. The other, been there a few times in her life. Memorable times of course. She'd only go there for him. Now both of them were laying under a tall tree, it leaves rustling, creating a pleasant natural chime. The boy brushed his hand on the nice clean green grass. He looked over to the hill nearby and watched as the wind made patterns in its wake. He looked at the girl beside him. The wind was making her hair dance. She stared at the sky, pointing out the clouds floating by. He soon stared as well.
"Hilary..." Tyson asked for her attention.
"Yeah...?" Replied Hilary.
Tyson had his arms behind his head, his elbows pointing outwards. He had his cap on backwards, the new one he'd gotten from his brother. He now had a collection of hats...
"Makes me wonder, what our children will be like..." He pondered.
Hilary froze. "What did you say?"
Tyson wasn't one for speaking out of context. He meant well, but sometimes didn't justify an innuendo of his sentences. Idiot.
"Ya know, kids. We were kids once."
She then realized that she was the one out of context. She'd taken his words to a different level. He was talking about themselves, individually speaking. She silently sighed with relief...then sweat-dropped.
But it was true. Hilary often wondered what it would be like to have kids. She imagined them to be just like her. Complete with brown cocoa hair and a passion for academics. She had that glint in her eyes when she was thinking about her dreams. Tyson knew that all too well. But he himself wasn't too far in his own dreams, considering he brought up the subject. He imagined a son, with wild hair of navy blue, a super upgraded metal blade, a powerful Bit-beast and carrying on his legacy.
"Yeah, that would be awesome..." Tyson dreamt.
Hilary sat up, rather curious. There was a change in the wind all of a sudden, so perhaps that's why she did. But it was shelved for a rather devious exchange of words. Ones that had implications.
"But you'd have to find someone to have those kids with first, remember..." She smirked with a hint of flirt in her tone.
Tyson shrugged. "I'll find someone don't you worry about that..." He backed it with confidence, raising a fist into the air.
Searching shouldn't be too hard. His mind filled with images with the perfect wife. One with a fiery attitude and determination. His vision of a spouse ensured that she'd raise their kids well, look after her family, spend time with him, and grow old together.
Although Hilary was keen to smash that image, even it was sorta a description of herself. She knew Tyson had no idea what he would be getting himself into. She also knew that Tyson hates all that lovey dovey stuff, usually because he'd have no clue what to do in that situation. Why? He was oblivious.
He was a hard nut to crack. She needed a nutcracker of a hint to get it into his thick skull. But, his head was a rock. The nutcracker would break itself in two in an instant. That was what made it so frustrating. He was not that kind of guy. Perhaps what made him this way was probably the most admirable of all. His dedication to his sport. But that what wasn't all she needed. She needed acceptance and...reciprocation. All Hilary knows is that slight chance of his own love for her.
Sure, she accomplished a few things. As years flew by, Hilary had learnt to efficiently manage her team as well as chasing her own dream. But even that...reminded her of Tyson as well. The sudden sacrifice for something you love, but perhaps doesn't love back as you'd hope. But eventually, they see what you would do for them, to gain trust from that single moment and believe that they were telling the truth the entire time. She knew she still had to have it, and even though if she had kids, they would have to have that quality...
"If I had any kids..." Hilary mused. "I want them to be like you..."
Tyson looked at her. She possessed a slight blush at that last statement. He was confused. Why in the world would she want to reproduce more Grangers in the world?
"Uhh.." He stammered.
Hilary giggled. It was a sign. Maybe...
"But I want them to have gorgeous features like mine..." She quipped. Although, it sounded a little selfish on her part. Tyson rolled his eyes. Of course...
"Maybe I want my kids to be like you...and have my greatest features..." Great...that sounded a bit too like Max. Although Hilary blushed again. But surprisingly, Tyson went on. He stood up from where he was and continued a gaze across the township.
"I'd buy a place for us to live. Raise them right..."
Hilary stared at him. "But what about your Championship and Tours..." She asked with concern.
"Nah…it can wait. I'll always put my family first."
She was stunned. That was true that was for certain. He did grown.
"Although..." Started Tyson. There was a doubt clouding his mind. To be honest, he had no idea how to take care of kids. He had a feeling that he would be under the watchful eye of Grandpa, and maybe, Hiro Yeah, Hiro is a good father figure. He wouldn't mind having Hiro's qualities either. He knew though, what he had mentioned, he did want his kids to be like Hilary somewhat, minus the rampaging rage she would often extrude onto him. But nonetheless, wanted her grace, beauty. He wouldn't think of that of her either, so he didn't go there out of fear for their friendship. But instead he wandered towards her personality. When not dealing with himself, she was sweet, optimistic and caring. He liked that. He liked that a lot in a person. Sweet for a general personality, optimistic for when things are dark and gloomy, and caring. It was enticing. Made him wonder if she was ever nice to him like that. She had her moments, from memory, where she did cared for him when it mattered, even when she was a complete monster and roaring at him for being so stupid for whatever he was doing, he knew that the inner Hilary was...just...he couldn't think of a word to describe her. Maybe it didn't need to be described. It was just there. For a friend like that, any father would want a child so much the same.
"Although what Tyson?" Asked Hilary.
Tyson shook his head. "Never mind..." He replied.
Both of them looked into the air as a crack of thunder pounded through the ground. Grey clouds were coming in fast. Both of them looked at each other. It was time to go. The two of them bolted down the hill, fast and free as the rain started pouring down. Tyson was behind Hilary, but had tripped over, and bowled into Hilary as they rolled down the rest of the hill into the...
SPLASH!
Tyson wiped the mud off his eyes. He was covered in it. He looked down to see something else wipe itself. He immediately froze in shock as he stared into Hilary's eyes. She froze as well. It was...a suggestive position they were in. Their faces were millimeters from each other. It was cold, but the heat off their faces would have warmed them up pretty quickly. Both of them were silent, until Tyson broke the ice.
"Hey Hilary..." Whispered Tyson.
"Yeah Tyson?" She whispered back, her heart pounding like a jackhammer.
Tyson smiled. Hilary almost melted.
"I want my kids to have your eyes..."
